when the moon seems absurd,the sun shines like the dunce he is,was and always will be —an idiot for putting us up to this.

in the shower, whispering my name;in the afternoon, walking the house;i ignore it for the goodwill of my sanity and other trivial things,but i know you are there,were there,and always will be,as the sun comes uninvitedand i wake glaring upward once again.